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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

FLASHING OUT

It's OK that we have to work, but all the other bullsh*t the average job comes with is sometimes ridiculous, often too difficult to deal with.

I sometimes get this nervous tick that lets me know I need to chill out. They don't want me angry. I don't want me angry.

I do realize there's no such thing as the perfect job, but sometimes you wanna go out guns blazing, fierce glint in the eye, in a way that will be remembered for a long, long time.Like, some hotheaded girl who worked here some years ago one day, after an incident I shouldn't discuss, walked into my office and was like: "Peace out, Dee. I'm about to flash out." And just like that, she was gone. I love that.